The boys had yet another snow day yesterday. This makes number 9. Which would be okay – if we actually had snow. We don’t. It snowed overnight Monday and laid about an inch, maybe an inch and a half of fluffy white stuff on the grass. Not in addition to the several feet others places have, just a light kiss of snow on the grass. The boys will be in school until Father’s Day, I’m sure of it.
So we spent the day in our pajamas and the big boy’s spent most of the day trolling the internet for games to play. I know, stellar parenting 101 – allowing the minions to play computer games all day. BUT, they did not get into any trouble and I knew what they were doing, so it’s a win in my book.
The littlest minion, not so much. He has a serious Netflix addiction. Serious. As in, there’s probably more PBS & Nick Jr. shows in our instant queue than on the actual channels. Except that he has the attention span of, well, a 3 year old and he flits from activity to activity like a hummingbird. Just like a hummingbird – neither can stay still.
As I was sitting at my dining room table turned thinking-space, I heard a heavy crash echoing from the living room, followed by “Oh, Shit” clear as a bell. From the Rain-Man minion, of course. Cusses are his specialty. He ran past me into the kitchen, cheerful as a lark.
Did you just say “oh, Shit?”
Yes, I did Mommy, I did say “oooh Shit!”
And with that he giggled and ran back into the living room.
At least it was an appropriate use of the word.
And then there was this in my refrigerator:
Apparently, he was saving it for later.
Really?
Later in the day, as I was, yet again sitting at my dining room table turned thinking-space, Zachary came in announcing he had something to show me.
As I turned to look at him, he flashed me. Yep, that’s right, my little minion had his willie in his hand, waggling it at me.
Put that away, no one wants to see your willie.
He giggled and trotted past me into the bathroom. The dining room table being the gateway to the loo.
He came back out and assured me that he had put his wee-willie back in his pants.
I see a phone call from the Preschool in the near future.
The Rain-Man minion keeps me on my toes, no doubt about it. But I have to admit even in my darkest moments, he manages to bring a smile to my face.
Especially when he’s sleeping.
Sleeping Minion
